Comfort

Today as I pondered on the word comfort I couldn’t help feeling convicted. I realized I was seeking not to comfort because I sought my own comfort. To me its like an oxy moron it makes no sense. So this morning when my husband shared 2 Corinthians 1:3-4 I had a deep ache in my heart. “3 Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, 4 who comforts us in all our affliction, so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God.”  We are comforted by our precious father so we can also comfort. It’s like being blessed with a fortune and we only indulge our selves, such selfish thinking. There is so much work to be done so many hurting...

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